Ah. The sun. So bright, it burns my skin, metaphorically.
"Gerard, honey." I opened my eyes, and seen Frank. Looking strangely awake.
"Hey Frankie! Sup?" I said, urg. Why is it so bright out here? I should go back to sleep.
Urg. Not feeling so hot, I'm kind of. Sick. Let's call it that.
"Come on, I'll cook you some breakfast." Frankie said, pulling my back, so I would sit up. I'm still on his swingy chair. How long have I've been here? What happened?
"Okay, Frankie, I'm up. Calm down, damn." I sat up, and Frank sat next to me. I hope he knows that I feel and look pretty much like shit. Horrible. Oh god, I think I gotta puke, BAM!
"Oh Gerard, are you okay? Let me help you up." Frankie grabbed my hand. His little hands are as big as mine were back in Middle School. Oh yeah, did I mention I fell? Well I did if that wasn't clear enough. But your too late, because now I'm getting back up. Why do his porch steps have tobe there? Boo!
"Thanks Buddy." I said, and I got up, and started making my way for the front door. I'm really dizzy, I hope I don't look stupid. Shit, I probably do, don't I?
"No biggy." Frank opened the door for me, and I went straight for the couch. Oh, I still have my sun glasses! Time to put them on, just in case Franie's mom and dad are here. I think he said something about breakfast, that's all I remember. Well, it's not like I don't remember, it's just that I'm still wierd feelingy from last night. So wild, so, so, wild.
"Want some mac and cheese, or cereal, oh wait... we have these waffles. But nobody eats them here because we usually go out for breakfast on weekends." Which shall I have? Ah, I got a headache, I don't feel like eating, I just want to go back to sleep. But for Frnak's sake, I should, afterall, I'll be here all day.
"Oh! I know what I'll make you Gee, some delicious salad!"
"I'm good with just cereal." I admit, I do sound a little angry, but it just.. can't helpit.
"We have Lucky Charms, Cheerio's, Fruitloops, and Mini Wheats." said Frank. Duh.
"Cheerio's." Much better, way to keep calm.
He poured me some, thank good I have these shades, it's bright when I take them off.
"Here." He gave me my bowl of Cheerio's, and a spoon. Perfect, actually, I AM knd of hungry.
Sitting here, for the hunderth time, feeling hungover, but I know the solution. Strawberry milkshake.
"Why aren't you feeling sick?" I asked, yup. legit.
"Because I didn't drink. nd I actually had fun, I wassn't there for long, like. An hour or 2." Oh, that's why he wasn't... I think he remember's me and Frances Johnson.
"I'm sorry." Great, what an appology. 'Sorry.' Is that all I have to say for myself?
"You shouldn't be sorry for anything, you did nothing wrong." What a relief, isn't it? Frank's not mad, and neither am I. Everything seems perf. But, I'm still unsure if I actually like Frank, I do. But things get complicated, when I say 'I love you', it feels weird. I'm used to saying it with mom, but with another guy? A guy that I've known for over a year, one who used to be SO forcing, and now nice to me.
"You okay?" CRAP! "Yeah, I'm fine Frank, sorry. I was just thinking." Taking more bites, instead of spacing out. "If somethings on your mind, you can tell me," he grabbed my open hand and looked deeply in my eyes.
Should I tell him, that I'm not too sure about our relationship, that I can't say 'I love you', and that I like him alot, and I don't want to lose him. I can't say, 'I love youi' See, it's just that easy. Well, in my mind it is.Well, it sounds that way. Should I tell him that no matter how hard I try...
"Gee, you can tell me, I caan be understandable." AM I CRYING?? Why am I crying? Why?

Notes

Well are you ready Ray?